I dreamt of the ancestors,
my ancestors,
even the ones I didn't know.
I have done that, sometimes.
But it makes me wonder
because it would--
is this good?
Because it feels like they
were welcoming me
to that place that we
eventually see
which right this minute shouldn't be
that close for me.
But when I look at this life
and all its attendant harms
a part of me was ready to
rest in those arms.
But maybe they were just checking in.
Because I'm not ready for checking out.
They are staying with me, though.
No doubt.
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